This'uns fluffy (Runa sale)

She had fought with everything she had against these...these heathens! But in the end they had overpowered her and thrown her in a pit with some other unfortunates. Runa had not let them break her, no matter how badly they treated her. Her usually brushed mane was messy and tangled, but she hadn't the chance to clean herself up since her capture. One by one they were poked and prodded like cattle to the slaughterhouse, and when her turn came she reluctantly made her way forward. They could poke and prod all they wanted, but it wouldn't be enough to break her. As she was roughly forced into her position, she stared at the passersby with an air of anger and hatred and her head held high. She would get out of here, one way or another. And one day, they would all pay for this.

She had not spoken since her capture, instead reverting to her more primal nature and only responding to them with growls, snarls, and the occasional snap of teeth. For all they knew, she didn't speak at all. Maybe if she played dumb, she'd be let go. But then again...maybe not. She would not bow to anyone, and if this was her only means of escape, so be it. She would play their little game...for now.